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American Poetry 1922.djvu

CONTENTS

A Foreword III

AMY LOWELL

Lilacs 3
Twenty-four Hokku on a Modern Theme 8
The Swans 13
Prime 16
Vespers 17
In Excelsis 18
La Ronde du Diable 20

ROBERT FROST

Fire and Ice 25
The Grindstone 26
The Witch of Coös 29
A Brook in the City 37
Design 38

CARL SANDBURG

And So To-day 41
California City Landscape 49
Upstream 51
Windflower Leaf 52

VACHEL LINDSAY

In Praise of Johnny Appleseed 55
I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry 66

JAMES OPPENHEIM

Hebrews 75

ALFRED KREYMBORG

Adagio: A Duet 79
Die Küche 80
Rain 81
Peasant 83
Bubbles 85
Dirge 87
Colophon '88

SARA TEASDALE

Wisdom 91
Places 92
Twilight (Tucson)
Full Moon (Santa Barbara)
Winter Sun (Lenox)
Evening (Nahant)
Words for an Old Air 97
Those Who Love 98
Two Songs for Solitude 99
The Crystal Gazer
The Solitary

LOUIS UNTERMEYER

Monolog from a Mattress 103
Waters of Babylon 110
The Flaming Circle 112
Portrait of a Machine 114
Roast Leviathan 115

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

A Rebel 127
The Rock 128
Blue Water 129
Prayers for Wind 130
Impromptu 131

Chinese Poet Among Barbarians 132
Snowy Mountains 133
The Future 134
Upon the Hill 136
The Enduring 137

JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER

Old Man 141
Tone Picture 142
They Say— 143
Rescue 144
Mater in Extremis 146
Self-Rejected 147

H. D.

Holy Satyr 151
Lais 153
Heliodora 156
Toward the Piræus 161
Slay with your eyes, Greek
You would have broken my wings
I loved you
What had you done
If I had been a boy
It was not chastity that made me cold

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights 171
The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere
Now by the wall of the ancient town
When the tree bares, the music of it changes'
"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"

Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Heaven, you say, will be a field in April
In the long silence of the sea
Tetélestai 184

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

Eight Sonnets 193
When you, that at this moment are to me
What's this of death, from you who never will die
I know I am but summer to your heart
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find

BIBLIOGRAPHY 201